As you can see from the title, I am an employee of Avengers Prison, number A001081, commonly known as A.
Why not a jailer? I feel ashamed to say it, but I actually joined the job through the back door. I didn't come from the right family, so I could only do odd jobs like helping the people above me.
For example, when that pineapple head ran away with his accomplices to Liben, he seemed to be thinking about making some big news, so he sent me, a poor social creature who couldn't say no, to investigate alone.
But I am actually quite satisfied with this job, because there is no time limit for the job, which is equivalent to paid leave.
Until the Vongola heir suddenly took my hand and called me "brother...?" In a tone that he was not sure about.
I put my index finger in front of my lips, seemingly mysterious: Shh, I'm just an undead soul.
Inwardly shouting:... Help! ! ! Resign! I want to resign! ! !
Instructions for consumption:
1. Rehabilitation is done with xp, power is generated with love, and the relationship is renewed.
2. The main text is in third person, the subject is the subject, the cp is 69, but there is not much emotional drama.
3. There are private settings purely to satisfy xp, and include a bit of super expansion.
Concept: This is a story about the return of the dead to the world.